my oh my, you pretty thing, it's about that time for us to meet; does your daddy have a shotgun?
time heals all wounds.
i used to hate that cliche saying. it made me want to punch whoever said it right in the mouth before they even got the 2nd word out. because i figured in time, ya things might feel much better, i won't obsess or hurt about that specific thing forever; but by that time i wont even care enough to appreciate the newly erased scars.
but a couple things in the last few months have proved that there is something to that annoying advice. i have reconciled, said things i've needed to say, & reached out to people i cared about in the past who i lost along the way.
there are a few, separate situations i never thought i'd never get past; people and relationships i always just assumed there would be that awkward ending forever; unsure how the person feels about or remembers you. and hoping to god we never run into each other in public.
but as a few of those people and i straightened out any misunderstandings, its like worries i totally forgot i had, still offer a form of relief when i can finally cross them out and let them go.
like finding a $20 bill in a pair of jeans you haven't worn in months. sort of. maybe not. hah.
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also i got a call back from one of the nicer preschools with some of the highest expectations for experience; and they liked me a lot! it felt so good. they wanted me to work full time though, which i'm not sure i'm ready for. but its a nice boost of hope and confidence that i am a good applicant and that the job i'm looking for will come up soon. and if not i have this other awesome opportunity.
a lot of people both my age and adults have been laid off in the last few weeks. more than 5. and other people are working SO hard to get a job, because its so hard to find one now.
i'm lucky, because there will always be a need for teachers and child care. and without being overly confident i know i am qualified and an ideal person to get the jobs i applied for. i just have to be patient for the right one to call. wish me luck.
i used to hate that cliche saying. it made me want to punch whoever said it right in the mouth before they even got the 2nd word out. because i figured in time, ya things might feel much better, i won't obsess or hurt about that specific thing forever; but by that time i wont even care enough to appreciate the newly erased scars.
but a couple things in the last few months have proved that there is something to that annoying advice. i have reconciled, said things i've needed to say, & reached out to people i cared about in the past who i lost along the way.
there are a few, separate situations i never thought i'd never get past; people and relationships i always just assumed there would be that awkward ending forever; unsure how the person feels about or remembers you. and hoping to god we never run into each other in public.
but as a few of those people and i straightened out any misunderstandings, its like worries i totally forgot i had, still offer a form of relief when i can finally cross them out and let them go.
like finding a $20 bill in a pair of jeans you haven't worn in months. sort of. maybe not. hah.
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also i got a call back from one of the nicer preschools with some of the highest expectations for experience; and they liked me a lot! it felt so good. they wanted me to work full time though, which i'm not sure i'm ready for. but its a nice boost of hope and confidence that i am a good applicant and that the job i'm looking for will come up soon. and if not i have this other awesome opportunity.
a lot of people both my age and adults have been laid off in the last few weeks. more than 5. and other people are working SO hard to get a job, because its so hard to find one now.
i'm lucky, because there will always be a need for teachers and child care. and without being overly confident i know i am qualified and an ideal person to get the jobs i applied for. i just have to be patient for the right one to call. wish me luck.